The Unconstant Quaker:
OR,
Sweet SUSAN his Servant, Unworthily left in the Lurch,
after he had Tickl'd her Fancy. Tune of, The Baffl'd Knight.
Licens'd according to Order.
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IN London-town we understand,
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There lived an old shooe-maker
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Some says he was an honest man,
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Because that he was a quaker.
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And so he was as I may say,
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An innocent loving brother;
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Yet little lambs you know will play,
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When-ever they meet each other.
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A handsome damsel liv'd with him,
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And [s]he was aloving sister;
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Now when the light was something dim,
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In private he often kist her.
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He on her snowy breast did lean,
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Saying, susan have some compassion:
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S[he] cry'd, Dear mast[e]r, what dost mean?
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O this is a strange temptation.
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We here in private kis and court,
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And I cannot once forgo [i]t;
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What will the wicked world report,
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If ever they come to know it?
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Sweet Sue, I clasp thee in mine arms,
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Then do not deny thy master;
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But let him tast those tempting charms,
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And fear not the least disaster.
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Thou know'st my mistress she is dead,
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Be willing therefore to marry;
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Then thou may'st freely come to bed,
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Till then I would have the tarry.
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I'll marry thee, by yea, and nay,
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Next Fryday, I'll not decoy thee:
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But flesh is frail and cannot stay,
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This minute I must enjoy thee.
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Thou tell'st me here a pleasant tale,
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In hopes to approach the center;
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But yet I fear in this thou'lt fail,
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Therefore I am loth to venter.
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By yea and nay, sweet sister Sue,
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I never will so decive thee;
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Do'st think I such a thing would do?
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What, get the with child, and leave thee
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Shall I thy virgin-treasure crop,
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And leave in sorrows breathing?
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No, not for the shooes in my shop,
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I am not so much a heathen.
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Some that has a dark way to go,
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To women are most ungrateful;
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But I live in the light you know,
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And cannot be so deceitful.
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Sweet Susan blushed scarlet red,
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His weedling did displease her;
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Yet he convey'd her to his bed,
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And there he began to tease her.
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She did a while resistance make,
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And all to preserve her honour;
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Yet he perswaded her to take,
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The weight of a man upon her.
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After full seven months delight,
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There happen'd a strange confusion;
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She prov'd with child, he then did slight
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His p[r]itty sweet sister Susan.
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A wealthy match he got with speed,
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His riches he was for raising;
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But Sue who was his friend at need,
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He turn'd her a broad a graising.
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